Easy in that way that says this is meant to be.
With every stroke of her hands, every nip of her lips and teeth against my mouth and my skin, every sweet little noise and every arch closer into my body, she sets me on fire. It’s the most natural thing in the world to thrust inside of her, feeling her slick heat envelop me as she matches the rhythm of my hips, pulling me deeper and deeper into all of her.
Her body.
Her soul.
Her heart.
And I’m giving her mine with every stroke while my body tightens in anticipation.
“I love you,” Amanda gasps as she wraps her legs tighter around me, her pussy clenching around my cock, and I’m done for.
“I love you,” I groan into her neck as I come fast and hard, holding her as tight as I can while she squeezes me to the point that I can barely breathe.
And it’s perfect.
So damn perfect.
My throat clogs and my eyes get hot as my body shudders with every pulse of my release until I’m spent. Amanda’s body goes limp beneath me as I flop against her side, both of us panting.
She touches my cheek and watches me with heavy lids. “I love you.”
“I can move to New York. We have an office there.”
Her eyes go shiny. “There are dogs in San Francisco.”
“We can try both places. See what we like best.Afteryour first play is a resounding success. I want tickets for every night.”
“And this is one more reason why I love you,” she whispers, softly kissing my cheek.
“I can’t count the reasons I love you. There are too many.”
Chili nudges my bare hip with his wet nose, then snorts on me.
Amanda’s peal of laughter brightens the gray and blue tones all over my apartment, and I smile again.
She makes my world brighter.
We still have things to figure out, but she’s here.
We’re doing this together.
“Promise me something,” I murmur to her as I pet Chili, silently promising to take him out soon.
“Anything.”
“No more faking anything, ever again.”
She beams at me. “I think you’ve just proved there’ll never be a need.”
Epilogue
Amanda
Three months later . . .
Tinsel is sparkling as only Tinsel can in early December when Dane and I pull into town the night before the Holiday Parade. The normal year-round number of twinkling lights has multiplied by at least seven thousand. Instead of one hot cocoa stand, there are six on Kringle Lane. Thick scents of pine and cinnamon waft into the car through the heater, and real snow is overflowing the sidewalks.
